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Dead Man Walkin
Mad CJ Mac
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Gotta do this shit for my niggas in the pizzy
My lil brother Pig 15 with a 8
My big homie K, 35 federal years
My lil nigga Ken Dawg, 22 in the motherfuckin state
Uncle Tom, doin about 45
Dear stomp down homie
I hope this will find you in the best of health
Stay sucker free and learn about self
Barely 25 doin 35 years with a L on the N-A knives
I remember back we used to slang them thangs
Pushed them hogs, smoked them chains
Played them hoodrats, gambled on the avenue
Straight livin, worry free
Adolf Hitler couldn't worry me
The law of average ain't nothin to fool with
12 In the box will get your young ass through it
Life as you know it didn't come to new
Livin 5 by 7 in a concrete suit
Man, can't the homie get a visit?
Feel he too steep for my pockets on skillet, so
Naw, but how'd you like them locs and them Levi's?
The seafood, walkman, and color TV
I'd rather write you cuz your voice mess with me
Homies for life nigga, I ain't gon forget G
My homie used to be flossin
But now my loc he just a dead man walkin
Step by step I take
But it don't mean a thing how many steps I make
Stompin through this concrete cave
Layin on 25 years with a L
Man, step by step I take
But it don't mean a thing how many steps I make
Stompin through this concrete cave
Layin on 25 years with a L
Man, your moms is cool
I broke her off a C-note
So you're straight with your phone bill
I seen your baby mom strollin to the store
Nuff been said cuz you know how that go
Good luck on that appeal
I hope you get acquitted, and that's on the real
Say wassup to Mac Moo, Ken Dawg, and Tone
Fozzie Mack and Big K, much love
I found the picture been askin for
Me and you, ballin show, with some rats in the Benzo
Remember Gina? She off that thang
3 Kids plus she married with a job
Now keep your head on straight OG
Your body's locked up but your mind's still free
I seen you on them snapshots holdin Motorola's
Throwin up the hood, you's a fool
But no matter how much I squawk
It's 2020 'fore the homeboy walk
Man, it's too much time to be squawkin
Cuz now my loc he just a dead man walkin
Step by step I take
But it don't mean a thing how many steps I make
Stompin through this concrete cave
Layin on 25 years with a L
Man, step by step I take
But it don't mean a thing how many steps I make
Stompin through this concrete cave
Layin on 25 years with a L
Now homie you strong as you wanna be
Cowards in the pen straight sweatin they whips
Or hangin from a sheet they done tied in the cell block
Jumpin from the top bunk, dyin like a punk
And all because his girl went left and won't see him
But even if she would the hoodrat couldn't free him
So I'll take yours, cuz hers'll keep goin
She cry for a week and then it's back to the hoein
And plus you got a son
Man I'mma look out for him
Treat him like he's mines
Took him to the Raiders vs Rams
The punk ass Rams couldn't stand the ish man
But loc it's gettin time to close
I got dinner on the stove and it's messin with my nose
So hit them knees homie, pray to God
Even though I know believin's kinda hard
Enough reminiscin and squawkin
Peace to my locs stayin down
Dead man walkin
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Man, step by step I take
But it don't mean a thing how many steps I make
Stompin through this concrete cave
Layin on 25 years with a L
Man, step by step I take
But it don't mean a thing how many steps I make
Stompin through this concrete cave
Layin on 25 years with a iz-zero
Much love to Big K, Mac Moo, Pig
Mac Fonz, Uncle Tom
Yeah, the rest of my niggas in the pen
Y'all keep stayin diz-own
Never let these tricks take your miz-ound
Know what I'm sayin?
We'll get greater loc, yeah
And um, all you so-called homies and hoodrats
Can't see my loc with a kite
No chizips or nothin
So he can get some commissary
Huh, y'all know what y'all can do
Tramps
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